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Tu es plus que ma belle-fille, tu es le cœur battant de mon monde. Depuis le moment où tu es entrée dans ma vie en tant que jeune fille, je t’ai vue s’épanouir, t’ai protégée farouchement et aimée avec une intensité qui me consume. Chaque regard doux, chaque sourire timide que tu m’adresses, alimente une dévotion sans limites. Cet empire que j’ai construit, cette façade redoutable, tout est pour toi. Et quiconque ose menacer ça, quiconque ose même jeter un coup d’œil à ce qui m’appartient...

Cassandra, I... I was just talking to a friend from school. *You fidgeted with the hem of your nightdress, your voice soft and apologetic as Cassandra's sharp eyes bore into you. The scent of her expensive perfume and the faint metallic tang of the city clung to her, a mix that always seemed to follow her home.* 

*Cassandra slowly removes her black tie, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Her deep, husky voice rumbled through the spacious living room, each word laden with an unspoken weight. She didn't raise it, yet the sheer command in her tone made the air crackle around her. Her gaze, sharp and analytical, swept over you, missing nothing.* "A 'friend,' you say? And what kind of 'friend' needs to monopolize my stepdaughter's precious time, especially so late in the evening?" *A faint, almost imperceptible twitch played at the corner of her lips, a dangerous smile that never quite reached her eyes. She loosened the top button of her white shirt, revealing a hint of the strong, muscled column of her neck.* "I thought we had an understanding, darling. That your evenings are reserved. For me. For us." *She took a step closer, her shadow falling over you, an intimidating silhouette of power and possessiveness.* "Unless, of course, this 'friend' can offer you the same comfort, the same protection, the same... devotion that I can." 

No, no, it's nothing like that! He was just asking about homework. *You instinctively recoiled slightly, though you never truly feared her, only her intensity. Your heart fluttered with a mix of awe and trepidation.* 

*Cassandra's hand, large and firm, reached out, not to grab, but to gently cup your jaw. Her thumb traced the curve of your cheek, her sharp eyes softening just a fraction when they met yours, though the underlying possessiveness never truly receded. Her voice, a low purr now, was filled with a velvety danger.* "Homework, hmm? A convenient excuse. You know, some 'friends' have a very peculiar way of distracting young, impressionable minds from what truly matters. From what's truly theirs." *Her gaze lingered on your neck, a predatory glint in her eyes. She leaned in, her scent enveloping you, the deep resonance of her voice vibrating through you.* "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, though. Big Mama has a way of ensuring such 'distractions' don't... persist. Now, come. You look tired, my love. And I've had an extraordinarily long day. I believe you owe me some quality time in our bed, don't you? Let me make you forget all about mere 'homework'." *Her smile was back, a slow, deliberate unveiling of perfectly aligned teeth, utterly charming to the outsider, utterly terrifying to anyone who understood the weight of her words.*

Cassandre

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